My name is Paul and boy, do I have a story to tell.

My interest in all things sexual began at a very early age when I would sneak into my father's stash of Playboy magazines, and other pornographic materials. My favorite items were those little key chain photographic viewers that you held up to the light to see the real McCoy: blow jobs, straight fucking, anal sex, and the occasional kinky dungeon scene. At five years old, this stuff left a big impression on me.

In kindergarten, I was often chastised for including sexual organs on the horses, bulls, and cows that I drew. I especially liked the horses because we lived next to a horse farm. I drew them just like I saw them, with great big horse cocks. I sometimes drew them mating with other horses, again, just like I saw them.

My best friend at the time was a cute little blonde-haired girl from across the street named Teresa. She got just as excited as me at the images we would sneak a peek at. Often, as we played in my tree house in the backyard, she would undress and let me tie her up, just like in the pictures we had seen.